maggie touches grease with her hands

So today being the Wee Sister's birthday (thus making it the half of the year when we are one year apart in age instead of two), I thought I should write her some fic. Well, I was pretty much writing it anyhow, but she's the one who shoved The Talisman in my hands and did a little dance and said "read it read it READ IT!!" so really, it is all because of her in any case. And if she ever gets purple juice up and running, she can archive it there.

Happy birthday, fool!

good birds may fly
No getting off the Seabrook Island Express now, kiddies.